Statistics-Years after birth: 14Statistics2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Times I cried: 165
-Swings swung on: 17
-Swings fallen off of: 17
-Schools attended: 3
-Detentions deserved: 9
-Times I should have stood up for myself: 27
-Times I didn't: 26
-Books read: 1046
-Pencils lost: 290
-True friends: 1
-Fake smiles: 441
-Different anti-depressants taken: 5
-Ones that worked: 1
-Scars that won't fade: 12
-Scars I made: 11
-Attempted Suicides: 3
-Stuffed animals: 22
-Poems written: 56
-Poems read: 101
-People that looked: 226
-People that saw: 18
-Songs listened to: 599
-Times I was told to change: 32
-Times I changed: Too many
-Eating disorders acquired: 2
-Pounds lost: 44
-Counselors seen: 7
-Unexpected allies: more than I ever knew.
-Comfort offered: 25
-Comfort needed: 25
-New Hopes: 75
-Remembered Dreams: 268
-Times truly healed: 0
-Mistakes made: 1006
-Mistakes learned from: 994
-Years left to live: Unknown
-Years not to be wasted: all of them
-Lives left to
The Life of a Hacked PokemonNumbers.The Life of a Hacked Pokemon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
That was the first thing I was aware of.
Shortly following, I gained a shape, body, personality, and an odd craving for spice.
But then something changed. The numbers shifted, and the colours on parts of my body became different. I didn't really mind; I was still myself.
Next, the numbers surrounding me faded and I found myself on ground, which happened to be lightly coloured dirt. Grass surrounded me, but I paid no mind to it. Instead, my attention was on the teenage boy in front of me. His hair looked white and I couldn't really see his face. I saw he was holding something purple, and after a moment he tossed it into the air.
The next thing I knew, I was inside something. I wiggled, pushing on all sides of this tiny confinementbut it refused to budge. After a few tries, I gave up. Whatever I was in, I wasn't getting out.
Some time later, I have no idea how long; I was suddenly pushed out of my prison. The boy was back, standing in front of me and holding out something.
Tidal WaveI think it was the telephone callsTidal Wave2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that killed her in the end.
The aftershocks of action,
of what she’d done and said.
She hid away from souls and eyes,
she turned around and fled.
But ears are always listening
and words want to be said.
And so the ringing filled her ears,
and seeped into her dreams.
They echoed round the empty house,
scaring away hope of peace.
It’s amazing how blissful ignorance is:
how much we want to forget.
But the worst thing of all is
it’s our nature to regret.
She ran into the forest
where the songs could never come.
Still, despite the distance
it’s deathly hard to find
a place were you are sheltered
from the voices you find inside.
Changing GearsMy morning oats taste particularly bland this morning. I look outside the clouded windows and see the city across every inch of my vision. Buildings of all shapes and sizes are formed from copper, brass, and iron. At all times of the day, the city's Gears are churning.Changing Gears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Gears are the machines that run the city, the country, possibly even the entire world. Metals are formed together to form them, robotic men designed to replace our government. Their voices boom over the industrial noises of the factories and drown seem to drown out all individual conversations. We're free, I suppose, but they all say that there was once a time when freedom was all we had.
Across the street, I see Thayoden. He's a boy who works in the aircraft factory, constructing engines and attaching steering wheels and dials to bi-planes. I met him in Industry class when we were both eleven years old. Ever since then, we've grown apart, but I still see him and think of how much I miss being with him. But we're dif
Una navidad con Naruto. Capitulo finalUna navidad con Naruto. Capitulo final3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Capítulo V (Final)
Las luces de navidad titilaban pausadamente adornando el gran árbol de navidad que se encontraba en la plaza central de Konoha. La verdadera navidad estaba a la vuelta de la esquina, faltaban tan solo una hora para que las agujas del reloj marcaran las doce de la noche. Habíamos finalizado la hora de la cena, cuando ambas parejas salimos del restaurante donde habíamos ingresado una hora y media atrás, nos habíamos quedado un buen tiempo, ya que luego de comer pedimos el postre y comenzamos a hablar de diversas anécdotas, vivencias etcétera, hasta que finalmente concluimos con una pequeña taza de café.
Con el estómago lleno nos dirigimos hacia la plaza central, donde una hora después debíamos encontrarnos con las demás parejas, caminamos juntos, Sasuke tomando de la mano a Sakura, y yo a la par de Naruto, mientras que él intentaba tímidamente tomarme de la mano, como lo hacia fácil
Portal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)Portal: Still AlivePortal: Still Alive (Part One of Two)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Characters: GLaDOS, Chell
Setting: Post-Portal 2
Orange and Blue hadn’t come back.
They had been taking more and more time to do so, lately, but she could hardly blame them. They were getting old, after all. She had never expected them to last forever. The only reason she was still using them was that building more of them would have been stupid. Robots testing was not Science. Still, she had to make do with what she had. Other than the occasional human who wandered into Aperture, whom of which she would gleefully put through testing until their… usefulness… came to an end, she had no test subjects. No, robot testing was not Science, but she had earned commendation for trying. Even if the commendation was a personal commendation, from her to herself. Come to think of it, the only one who ever commended her was herself. Which was odd. Surel
ScarsWhat is a scar?Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But a word of a story,
Written out on a body.
My skin some pages,
From the book of my life.
Scars spelling out,
Injuries and healing's,
Enticing others to ask for my stories.
Some hidden, unknown,
Til I allow them to show,
Stories of hope,
Coupled with stories of pain,
Harm that came,
And the strength that was found,
Strength to endure,
Strength to heal.
Aren't my scars lovely?
Beautiful words to my story.
How to make Mitarashi dangoHow to make Mitarashi dango3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
200 g of rice flour
200 ml of hot water
100 ml water
2 1/2 tbsp soy sauce
1 tbsp corn starch
1.) Mix the rice flour and water together.
2.) Knead till dough is as tough as your earlobe.
3.) Fill a pan with water and heat up.
4.) Rip off bite sized pieces of the dough and steam them for 25 minutes
5.) Throw the balls into a bowl and mush together with a wetted wooden spoon.
6.) Knead the dough
7.) Roll out dough into a long stick shape.
8.) With a wetted knife, cut bite sized pieces off.
9.) roll the pieces into balls.
10.) wet skewers and apply an even amount of dumplings to each.
11.) pour sauce over dumplings and enjoy.
1.) Mix all the ingredients in a sauce pan.
2.) Simmer till thickened.
3.) Pour over dangos.
1. Terazniejszosc"Siedzę. Myślę.1. Terazniejszosc2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A może tylko mi się zdaje.
Czas zwalnia, by znowu przyspieszyć.
Rzeczywistość to sen, a mary sieją w niej nieład."
Maniakalna królowa depresji siedzi. Myśli.
Lecz tylko tak się zdaje.
Skupienie jej umyka,
zdania nie są przyjazne kartce,
wolą zostać w zakamarkach umysłu.
"Co się dzieje?
Gdzie ja jestem?
Kiedy ja jestem?
Przecież to wszystko nie istnieje, ten świat to błona, która pęka po wystarczającym naciśnięciu.
Gdzie ja jestem?"
Kid x Reader Part 8Kid x Reader Part 82 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You ate breakfast and brushed your hair and teeth. You were straightening your (h/l) hair and decided to clip back your bangs with a clip with a jeweled flower on it. Then you clipped the twin of the other clip on the opposite side for a bit of symmetry. You went to your room and changed outta your pj's. You pulled out one of the new bras you bought yesterday with the matching underwear and changed into them. The bra was (f/c) with a bit of white lace on the bottom of the outside of the bra and the underwear was the same color just no lace and hip-huggers. You put on a white tank top then a (f/c) shirt that slides off your shoulders on each side. You put on dark blue shorts that went down about 2 inches past your knees. You put on your favorite body spray and a cute necklace. You went out into the living room Maka smiled at you then you twirled.
"Do I look cute?"
"Yes you do." Maka chimed.
"You look different in shorts. You probably should just wear pants." Soul commented.
"She looks g
Kid x Reader Part 6Kid x Reader Part 62 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why are you here?!" You almost yelled at Kid.
"I wanted to see your weapon forms." He smiled at you softly.
"You could have just asked me!" You were embarrassed. You didn't want Kid to see you fight nor wanted him to see you in a sports bra!
"I gave him permission to be here. I take it you know my son, ____?" You blushed deeply as Lord Death questioned you, you nodded in answer. "Good! I think he likes you so you really might be able to become my daughter." You went so red that you looked down and tried to breath. "Just joking!" He said finally. "So how do you want to train today? Weapon form, self-defense, people skills or all of it like usual?"
You regained your composure then answered, "All like usual, have I ever chosen just one?"
"No you haven't. What do you want to start with first?"
"My weakest one," You sighed. Then Spirit was next to you with his arm around your shoulder, "people skills."
"Remember you can't hit Spirit or hurt him and if he does something wrong leave it to me
I'm Falling DownI'm Falling Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Falling Down
Tears just seemed to pass me by
Swift as tsunami waves touching the sky
Reality was nothing but a mirror
Melting away like frozen water on fading fire
I let out a destructive sigh
Triggering the nightmares I kept inside
The memories that I don't want to remember
I deceived myself whenever I tried to keep it together
Images of agony
Infected my mind
And stinging anxiety
Shoots up my spine
Despair wrapped around my heart
And it wouldn't let me go
Peace was just too far
I can't take this anymore
I redefined self-hatred
I somehow cornered myself
I always existed in darkness
I was my own martyr who fell
I had to rip all the paths away
I have to force myself astray
So abandonment won't know where I am
The questions of being alone will become transparent
Condemning one another was just
PilotI woke in a nest of wires, my arms pulled off to either side, my head back and my eyes fixed at the ceiling. There was a man standing above me, straddling my form, perched precariously at the mouth of the recess I was tucked away in, one hand gripping the frame, the other feeling around the back of my neck. He moved by touch alone, certain in his movements, and his fingers closed over the knot of the wires that resided at the base of my skull and pulled, steadily, drawing it out of the socket and I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Like something had been taken from me, or that I'd lost sight of something important. A piece of me gone. It was a keen sense of loss and my eyes went wet with moisture even as he dropped his hand lower along my neck, almost to the shoulders, and pulled out another plug. The wires by my eyes were thinner, and when he pulled these out my vision went black for a moment and when it returned I felt the world was less clear, like a gray haze had been pulledPilot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
the science of usacceleration = gravitational pull / massthe science of us6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You didnt send my heartbeat into a frenzy the first time I saw you. It was a month or two before I started feeling the little palpitations inside my chest and made sure that my hand accidentally brushed against yours every now and then.
(I wanted to make sure you got used to the feeling of my atoms colliding with yours.)
I told myself it was stupid and simply physical. You werent pulling my heart strings, you were toying with my belt buckle by smiling at me across the room and asking me to spend time with you on a Saturday afternoon. I was sold by the time you pulled into my driveway and my name slipped from between your lips.
(Sweaty palms and twisted vocal chords told me no one said it quite like you.)
I promised myself this was strictly a one-way thing. I feigned like I felt nothing, and in my nervousness I became the witty jackass. You laughed at my barbed-wire jokes and sped through a red light while I was watching
DoneI've been toldDone3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Since I was young
That I'd be happy
When the time would come
But now I'm done
With all this waiting
Now all I want
Is to have a little fun
All my life I've been crying
Slowly waiting to die
I think it's time I start trying
Even if they tell me not to try
They told me, "Sometimes,
All you have to live for,
Is the future."
But what if I'm sick of waiting?
What if I want it now?
With sitting around
With all the sound
With all this patience and hope
Is a lie I refuse tell again
Let them know that I'm not happy
But let them know I want it now
Let them hear my cries that scream each night
But let them know I'm done with them
With sitting around
With trying not to make a sound
With all this false patience and hope
Is a lie I'll never tell again
Literal Futurist FeministEvery so often, humans make an innovation which changes their world forever. Fire, steel and computers are obvious examples of technological innovations. Equally important to technology are ideas which innovate people socially. Galileo's idea that the earth revolved around the sun or the American Founding Fathers' ideas about how government should be run are among numerous other examples. These ideas, often controversial and even revolutionary for their time, tended to require groups of people or movements to keep such ideas from being destroyed before they could be shared. The feminist movement has been both praised and scorned for their efforts to preserve and share numerous ideas to varying degrees. In particular, in her "Feminist Manifesto," Mina Loy helped to share the idea that gender roles were highly constrictive on both sexes with a rather remarkable insight for how things ultimately turned out.Literal Futurist Feminist2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to Loy, traditional gender roles are no longer valid in modern society.
Insults"Get a life"Insults3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Make some friends for once."
"Crazy, just like his hair over there."
"Do you EVER wear any colors?!"
"Why don't you use your own imagination."
"Get a haircut."
"Show me your wrists."
"Hey, the emo kid!"
"I bet he's goth."
"Are you always depressed?"
"Just get out of here."
"What would you know?"
"Even I'm smarter than you."
"Dude, you're a complete retard."
"I think all your little 'stories' are just lies."
"Do you ever even get out?"
"How could you not know that?"
Daily abuse, a pill of resistance, and you might be able to rise above it.
Broken InsecuritiesPorcelain and frail,Broken Insecurities3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A stroke across the cheek numbs my hand at first touch,
Remote eyes, black and void,
A gaze into the dark pit, leaves me blank,
Such a puzzle that covers this face,
Yet it is not a kind of difficulty that I can not understand,
I empathize this being, and I put the pieces into their place,
This mask of this creature, fractures into miniscule cracks,
Becoming another conundrum that I must decipher,
My eyes scan over the breakage to pull back the fragments,
This being is crying and is a victim of insecurity,
And so in spite it is livid with me,
For being the one to find out what really was laying beneath the sheets of a sham,
It runs to hide in order for it to keep away from my sights,
But as I sympathize and act in persistance, I follow,
In hopes to bring it from the hard-shelled dome into the winds of a free spirit,
I reach out with my hand held directly in the direction of this individual,
It cowers at my offer, and reluctantly, it places it's hand into mine,